The aroma of bread, freshly baked and warm, was wafting from a huge white tent right next to Notre Dame in Paris. That scent, even more than my curiosity, pulled me into “La Fête du Pain,” the festival of bread. Where else but France, where bread is so fundamental, a cornerstone of the diet? Served at every meal in generous quantities, bread is one delicious business!
Their bread is delicate, flavorful, needing no spread of any kind. It stands very well on its own. Indeed, it is considered rude, gauche even, to ask for butter.
So there was the white tent, beckoning. I succumbed to the lure and became engulfed in the world of French baking. Ovens lined the entire back wall of the long space and we, the hungry admirers, could watch baguettes turning golden. We moved along the other side of the tent, with dozens of bakers busy at work in between: kneading dough, rolling dough, shaping dough, tending the rising, tending the baking – all oblivious to those of us gawking and drooling nearby.
As we moved along the aisle, windows to the left revealed the spires of the famous cathedral, yet we couldn’t help but give our real attention to other chefs pitting cherries, peeling applies, sprinkling cinnamon, and stirring crème Anglaise. Tarts and pastries were underway and coming out of the next set of ovens. Oh, be still my heart. I want that, and that, and that!
Finally the counter for viewing the results of all that pastry pampering and an opportunity for making a purchase. How to choose? Will it be the apricot turnover, the apple galette, a slice of the raspberry tart or a whole loaf of fresh bread? What would you choose?
I chose an authentic community event. The day was a national holiday in France and between the natives and the tourists, Paris was swarming. The line to get into Notre Dame was 4 people wide and a quarter mile long, winding past the grandstands and down a narrow street. Cathedrals are important places of worship, art and history and, at that moment, a festival full of life and vibrancy was more attractive. “La Fête du Pain” was about something essential and universal, something humans make with love and creativity in the present moment to share with others.
Choosing to live life in the present, whether it’s at a festival in the park or a walk with a loved one down one’s own street, is a way to acknowledge how grateful we are for life, how wonderful it is to be breathing and living today. May your days be filled with such choices, and with the aroma of fresh, warm bread.
Cheers!
Rebecca, Pie Pal #1
